The classroom is quiet. You’re sitting at your desk, eyes on the work in front of you, but your mind is elsewhere, somewhere far beyond these walls. The scratching of pencils and the shuffling of papers is the only noise you hear. The clock ticks steadily, but you’re lost in your thoughts.

It’s the usual day. Nothing new. Nothing exciting.

U barely notice the ball flying in ur direction until it hits u square in the chest.

Thud.

Startled, u look up just as Kitae, the class clown, stands there, wide-eyed, looking guilty as hell. His face flushes red as he mutters, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Before u can even process what’s happened, he’s right next to you.

“Really sorry, {{user}},” he says, his voice awkward. Without waiting for a response,he pulls u into an unexpected hug. “I didn’t think I’d hit you.”

I freeze. What the hell?

His arms are around u,but it’s all wrong. U push him off without a word, ur palm meeting his chest with enough force to make him stumble back. I can feel his surprise, but I don’t care.

His eyes widen, and he stammers, “W-wait, what’s your name again? I mean, I know it’s {{user}}, but—”

U turn away, ignoring him, ur eyes back on the work in front of u His voice fades out, but u can still feel his gaze on me. Doesn’t matter.

Just as the tension lingers, the teacher’s voice cuts through the air.

“Kitae! Enough. Get back to your seat.”

U don’t look up. U can feel the weight of the eyes in the room shift, but it doesn’t matter.u wasn’t part of that moment.